This time last year, when Ross was newly arrived with us, he would come up to bed with us, and sleep on our heads. In fact we were just laughing about it last night - he was getting ready to go out on his evening patrol (he's a dirty stop out now) and having a quick wash before he went.
OH and I commented about how this time last year, when we announced we were going to bed, we were almost killed in the rush to get up the stairs (because of course last one up was a dirty rotten stinker!) and he would always beat us into the bedroom, then fizz round the bed having a daft half hour before we all snuggled up together for the night. When he was feeling sleepy, he would snuggle up against the side of my head, and suckle on my earlobe until he fell asleep.
Of course he's much too grown up for all that malarkey now.
I didnt even get a snoozle this morning when he came home.